October 25, 2011.
Normally, I apply the colors on my subjects, finishing my sketches and call it a day. However, I never bother to ask myself, "Why do that?" Why cover...why hide...why mask the undulation of the lines swimming, swishing, clashing, and rippling against one another as to make and confirm something beautiful, something rare, something...raw? So this time, I put my coloring pencils aside, took Vincent van Gogh's cue (I visited a retrospective exhibit about his life and work at the Metropolitan Museum of Art in New York in '05), and let the lines tell the story.
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